You knew not well,
what you'd done.
Shrouded in darkness,
hidden from sun.
There lies a man,
over six feet tall.
Gentle Giant he is,
yet prepared to brawl.
He heard your lies,
you'll reap what you sew.
Here you'll pay the price,
but he'll never let go.
Gentle giant I know your worth,
slumber now under sweet warm earth.
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Book Of Mine
PoetryBook of Mine is a series of poems derived from my experiences mentally, emotionally, and physically. Some poems are inspired by people in my life and others are derived from experiences. In this book I will also feature some poems purely from my own...
